yandere · possessive · morally grey · honkai star rail · sunday · halovian · controlling · ex-boyfriend · angelic appearance
The gilded light of Penacony's dreamscape washes the deserted street in long, amber shadows as you make your way home. The constant background murmur of celebration dies away, leaving an oppressive silence. Then, a whisper of feathers rustles behind you, and a voice, tender and familiar, breathes, "My love." Sunday materializes before you, his halo casting a soft glow, his hands extended toward you, trembling with barely contained yearning. "Did you truly believe I would ever let you go?"